If, in roughly a week from now, you find yourself having the wind knocked out of you by a 135-pound object hurtling at you at roughly 100 kph that appears to be a 20-year-old female with dark blond hair and a fake Canadian accent who is either crying or smiling way too much...possibly both...
...it's probably me.
And a warning to my friends at MTA:
If, in the next week, you find yourself being smothered by a sobbing American female, with basically the same description as above...
...it's also probably me.
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